Completed(Dual C fishing | Top-tier push and pull | Wild and lustful | Age gap | Strong possessiveness | Explosive sexual tension | Second male lead's desperate pursuit for reconciliation)
[Pure innocent flower × Abstinent but crazy Buddha Monk]
The night she was publicly humiliated by the capital's crown prince, she took advantage of the alcohol to forcefully kiss his father.
Lick him? Better make him kneel and call me "little mom"!
Everyone thinks Yan Tingshan, the Buddha Monk of the capital circle, is a high, unreachable flower untainted by dust.
Only Su Ruan knows how crazy he truly is, and his shameless words praising her for being "good."
Later, Yan Yuye stood outside her door with red eyes, begging to reconcile.
Inside, Yan Tingshan held her down.
"Be good, call out for your rebellious son to hear."
The next day, Yan Yuye cornered her against the wall with red eyes.
"Who was the man last night?"
"I know more than him, choose me, okay?"
Su Ruan calmly pushed him away: "I'm your mom now."
"Used to find me clingy? Now I'm clinging to your dad, feel good?"
Yan Yuye collapsed, questioning his adoptive father: "Do you have feelings for Su Ruan?"
Yan Tingsnan sneered: "So what? Want to fight me for her?"
"You've called her Su Ruan for six years, it's time to change to 'mom'."
Content warnings:
Female lead is innocent on the outside but wild and crazy on the inside, male lead is falsely abstinent but truly crazy and willing to be used, 10-year age gap
A satisfying story face-slapping and tormenting scumbags, full of dramatic confrontations
Mixed family hierarchy, dramatic and intense, not for those who dislike such content
CompletedMy wife, Zhang Yan, and I returned from our honeymoon trip and woke up early the next morning.
We were intimately embracing on our large bed. Zhang Yan was wearing sexy black lingerie, unable to conceal her fiery and sensual body, while I, clad only in my underwear, was opening my laptop on my lap.
After we returned from our trip, my mother brought over the USB drive containing our wedding day video yesterday. I clicked on the video file in the USB drive to start playing it. I put my arm around Zhang Yan's shoulder, ready to relive the sweetness of our wedding day together.
As the picture appeared, my wife said in confusion, "Huh? This scene isn't from our wedding, is it?"
"It doesn't look like it to me either. Our parents are in it, but their clothes aren't right. Maybe she picked up the wrong one?" At this point, I was also confused. When my mother handed it over, she clearly said it was our wedding day commemorative video that had been made, so why was the footage wrong?
In the video, it wasn't just my parents; in the corner, a man and a woman were embracing and passionately kissing.